Thursday, April 16, 2009

Thursday Poem - From Blossoms

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

Oh, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Li-Young Lee,
From Blossoms
from Rose


Sky said...

oh! these words are such a delight to this authentic georgia peach! i remember eating them off the trees as a child...juice running down my chin, tastebuds singing with the flowing nectar, lips tickled by the soft peach fuzz. wonderful, hot days of summer.

Endment said...

Thanks for introducing me to another delightful poet.
One of the things I miss most here in NY are the spring peach and almond blossoms and the fruit later in the summer.

Yum - both the fragrant blossoms and the delicious fruits

liz elayne lamoreux said...

i love this poem. truly a favorite and a blessing to read as i get ready to head to bed.

happy weekend to you...

Artiseternal said...

Where do you get these poems from?
Honestly, they are just so beautiful. Thanks for sharing....